You say, "Reality is often disappointing".
It truly is.
And I have felt this so strongly
when we first met.
It's so weird
how I imagine things with you
just closing my eyes,
but can't even make them real to stare.
You say to spill it out,
whatever I have in my mind.
And maybe in my heart too.
But I just don't have the audacity
to confess everything right away.
It feels like the whole world is on one side
and you at the other.
And I'm wandering in the middle
confused and lost,
whether I should or shouldn't.
It's easy for you to say
but as difficult for me to do.
Because I don't have the audacity to confess my heart to you.
Your words are true
and so my feelings are for you.
But you and I are two different beings.
You fight for the reality
abd I love to dream.
And all these will remain as a secret locked up in my drawer
until you speak up.
But in reality these things don't happen actually.
Not at least in this world...
